He's a minor cannon fodder character who transmigrates into a novel and cultivates immortality,

Lang Yingxing, who used his mental power to store all the fruits into his spatial loop, watched this scene and felt that Marshal Colin's laughter sounded inexplicably eerie.

"Marshal is truly despicable." Noticing the determined look in Marshal Colin's eyes as he looked at Xiaocao, Lang Yingxing silently mourned for Xiaocao for a moment.

Such a wondrous being, if it were to fall into the hands of that beast, the Marshal, it would truly be... such a pity.

That night, Lang Yingxing boarded a starship and left Liuyun Star, heading towards the Federation.

Unlike when he arrived, this time he was alone, and the starship control room returned to normal.

Zero, who had previously been in charge of piloting the starship, naturally stayed on Flowing Cloud Star with Marshal Colin.

At this moment, he is playing games with Ash on Holland's personal computer.

Half a year later

A new medicine for treating mental disorders has suddenly appeared, causing a great sensation in the Zhou Tian Star System Federation and various empires.

same year

The largest antisocial organization in the federal government, "The Curse," has resurfaced.

Under the leadership of the master pharmacist Mu Yue, the members of the "Curse" organization spent a century developing a "curse potion" and sent it to poison various empires and fed poison to them, hoping to take the opportunity to rule the entire Zhou Tian star system.

The appearance of the 'cursed' potion caused panic in the Federation and the major empires.

Sentinels afflicted with the cursed potion will descend into madness, and any other sentinels that get close will have their mental seas simultaneously corrupted.

Not only is there no medicine that can treat it.

Even when the guide tried to calm her down, she showed signs of mental breakdown.

In this man-made disaster, it was the ordinary people who did not awaken to become Sentinels and Guides who escaped the calamity and took on the heavy responsibility of resisting the terrifying power of the 'Curse' organization.

Meteor

Lang Yingxing: "Marshal, the Federation Chief has instructed his subordinates to request that you return to the Federation to oversee operations."

"To deal with the Sentinels of the 'Curse' organization, civilians alone are not enough to contend with them."

Marshal Colin: "That bastard Mu Yue, did she really develop a 'poisoning agent'?"

"Can it be transmitted through contact to nearby sentries and guides who enter the mental sea?"

Lang Yingxing nodded solemnly, "Yes."

"That madman!" Marshal Colin cursed through gritted teeth, grabbed Little Grass's hand, and said, "Let's go, let's set off, back to the Federation."

Little Grass was pulled into the starship with a completely bewildered look on her face.

Marshal Colin: "Little Grass, your master has entrusted you to me. I'm taking you out to play. Be good."

The little grass looked completely bewildered.

How could he not know that his master had handed him over to Colin?

The usually outspoken Grass frowned, her face serious, her voice soft and her words muffled, "Colin, Grass has never heard Master mention this."

"Xiao Xuan must have been busy hanging out with Holland and forgot about it," Marshal Colin said without batting an eye.

Little Grass looked a little downcast and said, "Oh."

"Mr. Huo is bad; he always monopolizes his master."

Marshal Colin: "Little Grass, don't be sad, Colin will play with you."

The little grass is simple-minded; its emotions come and go quickly.

He still enjoyed playing with Marshal Colin, and looked up at Marshal Colin with a bright smile.

Then, he planted a big kiss on Marshal Colin's handsome face.

Lang Yingxing, who had been keeping a close eye on Marshal Colin's movements, thought: "..."

"This silly child has been tricked and crippled by his marshal in less than two years. He's so pitiful."

"I hope their marshal can act like a decent human being and not deceive such an innocent child's feelings."

Lang Yingxing subtly withdrew his gaze from the little grass, a sorrowful aura emanating from him like that of an old father.